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Christ my refuge

From the November 15, 2010 issue of the Christian Science Sentinel


O'er waiting harpstrings of the mind
     There sweeps a strain,
Low, sad, and sweet, whose measures bind
     The power of pain,

And wake a white-winged angel throng
     Of thoughts, illumed
By faith, and breathed in raptured song,
     With love perfumed.

Then His unveiled, sweet mercies show
     Life's burdens light.
I kiss the cross, and wake to know
     A world more bright.

And o'er earth's troubled, angry sea
     I see Christ walk,
And come to me, and tenderly,
     Divinely talk.

Thus Truth engrounds me on the rock,
     Upon Life's shore,
'Gainst which the winds and waves can shock,
     Oh, nevermore!

From tired joy and grief afar,
     And nearer Thee, —
Father, where Thine own children are,
     I love to be.

My prayer, some daily good to do
     To Thine, for Thee;
An offering pure of Love, whereto
     God leadeth me.

— Mary Baker Eddy, Poems, p. 12

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